User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-25220117-20120228225303

''Lying half-drunk with the goal to be completely rid of her sobriety, the female weasel Blairnoze pats the canteen at her side, lying comfortably against the outer wall of a hut. But soon, even she, who was more than busying herself as she readjusted several loose crocodile teeth into her rotting gums and finishing her smuggled canteen, couldn't help getting distracted by the young squirrelmaid, cheerfully shouting and running about. She straightens up, her back flat against the wall as she listens to the squirrel's words..."Firdin is holding a meeting tonight at Savailia's! Don't let the guards know!" ''She smiled toothily to herself. This job's just getting easier and easier...''